We just finished two extraordinary events in Orange County and Riverside. Both events were insane. Standing room only crowds overflowed both venues and we saw God move mountains in people’s hearts and lives. 239 people responded to the gospel and made professions of faith in Christ, and then in response to the call to God’s plans for sex and romance there was a massive uprising–1,922 people stood for sexual purity!
There are so many things fighting against the sexual purity of this generation. We know that God has called us to fight for it. I believe that there is so much hanging in the balance. We will never see God move in our lives like He wants to if we are not pure in heart.
With two events left to go (San Jose and Boise) I can’t wait to see what God is going to do.
Slowly but surely we are making our way down the west coast. The events in Seattle and Vancouver area were awesome. We have seen 999 students and young adults stand to commit their sex-lives to God and 171 people make professions of faith in Jesus Christ! Amazing. I genuinely can’t believe I get to be a part of this. It has been an absolute joy to work with churches in these areas and I am SO proud of our team. They have been getting after it.
And you have to remember, the message we are bringing–that God’s plan for sexual purity is the path to your greatest pleasure–is one that isn’t exactly popular anywhere in our culture today; but it is definitely NOT the norm in the places we have been so far on this tour. When we were leaving the Portland O2 we were passed by a man riding a bicycle wearing nothing but a helmet, which apparently is not out of the ordinary at all, just another naked bicycle rider going down the street…
Onward. We have three events in California this week: Riverside tomorrow, Irvine on Wednesday, and San Jose on Saturday. Next week we will hit Boise, Idaho on our long trek home. Praying and expecting God for great things. If you live in one of these areas I hope to see you at one of the O2 events….all the details here.
It is upon us. We are locked and loaded. The O2 Experience is here. I feel like you do when you stand at the top of a skate ramp and are about to drop in. A rush of adrenaline and a little fear. We have never done more than two O2 events back to back and in the next two weeks we will triple that. I am truly excited though. We are partnering with AMAZING churches and our team has been RUNNING WITH THE HORSES.
Please pray for the tour if it comes to mind. Safety on the road, health, and for God to move in power at each event. There is no doubt that the enemy does not want young people in California, Oregon, Washington and Idaho to hear the gospel, understand His plan for their sex lives. I have been having crazy nightmares and have not been sleeping well. That is pretty much par for the course, especially around these kind of events, but it has been worse this week than normal. None of this comes as a surprise. This is war. In it all we are believing that God is going to do great things in the next few weeks.
We will be webcasting each event live at o2experience.com so you can watch and get the stream to those who can’t make it in person.
2 Corinthians 2:14 Now thanks be to God who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and through us diffuses the fragrance of His knowledge in every place.
The Bible tells us that we have hope as an anchor of the soul. It is both sure and steadfast. Translation: It is unmovable. A permanent anchor that will never budge. We can know this is true because it is Jesus who is our anchor. He is our hope. He has entered God’s presence and has promised to bring us to be where He is. Our hope is not dead either, it is a living hope, because He lives forever.
There is endless comfort to be enjoyed from these truths and the symbolism God employed to help us understand them. Simply seeing an anchor reassures me when I feel shaky. In the last five months since Lenya’s departure I have felt gale-force winds of sadness and tsunami waves of grief crash down on me and yet my anchor holds within the veil.
The great thing about anchors is that they are never cordless. There is always a connection. A rope or a chain. That cord is every bit as vital as the anchor itself. It doesn’t matter how securely that big hunk of metal is wedged into the ocean floor if you’re not tied to it anymore. The leash matters greatly.
Our anchor of the soul is no different, it comes equipped with a mighty chain. The Holy Spirit. Before entering God’s presence Jesus promised to send His Spirit to be our Helper. He is our great rope that cannot be frayed. The one who has lashed our hearts to Heaven. Through the Spirit we have an everlasting guarantee that we are slowly but surely being winched into our true Country. He is the one who groans in us and keeps us from getting too comfortable here on this earth. He is the proof that there is more to come and that death is not the end.
In moments of overwhelming sorrow I not only am strengthened by my anchor, I am given courage because of the chain. Because Lenya is with Jesus and, through His Spirit, Jesus is in me, there is a direct connection. I have mumbled these words to myself in moments of sadness, “She is with Him and He is in me.” And through them, as a family, we have been revived again and again. In a very real sense we are holding hands with the One who is holding her.
This also means that through choosing to be filled with the Holy Spirit we can feel the cord grow taut. Walking in the flesh and choosing to sin puts slack in the line, but honoring Jesus and walking in the light reels it in. The more room we give the Spirit to come upon us and control our lives the more receptive we are to Heaven’s signal, it’s guidance, and the greater peace we will enjoy.
Hebrews 6:19 “This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which enters the Presence behind the veil …”
We recently came across a pile of stones that Lenya had gathered. All of our girls love rocks. They have real toys too — Barbies, Littlest Pet Shop characters, Disney princesses, and animals of every sort imaginable — yet they enjoy playing with rocks as much as anything you can buy at Target. Especially Lenya, she has loved them ever since she was very young. Whenever we go on a walk or a bike ride they love to collect them to be transferred to their purses, or other treasure boxes when we get home.
When winter loosed it’s grip and spring finally brought us back out to our backyard we made a discovery. On a patio table there was a handful of rocks that had been there since last fall. Alivia and Jennie remembered that Lenya had picked them from our yard and had been playing with them on a sunny day. When I heard this I stared at the rocks and could picture her standing there selecting them. I wonder what they were in her imagination. Rubies, sapphires and emeralds? Pirate coins? Dinosaur bones? Why did she pick these out of all others? What was going on in her wonderful little head that day as she whimsically played?
On that table they sat during the cold months waiting to be discovered as a different kind of treasure. A note tucked in a bottle. Once the snow melted there they were. They delivered both cherished memories and a clear message. Time is short. Precious. Fleeting. You never know when it will run out. There is nothing certain about our life on this earth except that it will end. We must savor the moments. Drink in the small things. Strain to find God’s joy in common occurrences as a tiny stone seen with creativity through the eyes of a little child.
Life rushes by and it waits for no one. You will never find time for the most important things, you must choose to make time. If you aren’t careful the tyranny of the urgent will rob your life of true significance. Jesus and people. These are all that will seem weighty in the final analysis. It is tremendously difficult, especially in this crazy, fast-paced world we live in, but you have to fight to be present and focused for what matters most.
I can’t wait to once again enjoy Lenya’s company in Heaven. I groan for it deep in my soul. I am looking forward to spending time with her collecting beautiful rocks on the new earth. Unlike these ones, they will never need to be cast away.
Ecclesiastes 3:4-5 “A time to weep, And a time to laugh; A time to mourn, And a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, And a time to gather stones; A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;”